Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.